Album Of The Year #1 Funkateer

Oh, my dear
Bootsy blasting up in your ear
I'm your number one Funkateer
Givin' you the album of the year
Hot diggity dog
Hang on like QuickStraw, yeah
Get down to the raw
Hot diggity dog

Yeah, dig! It's our constitutional duty
To uplift our natural beauty
Don't you wanna party?
Girl, we're goin' to party like this

Get down with your bad ass
Move it all around and make it (Make it)
If you're giving what you got, you gave it (Gave it)
Now you get your chance to take it (Take it)
You're a winner in your own disguise
Never did you compromise
But, calm down don't get upset (Say what?)
All you need is just a little respect (Well, that's right)

The album of the year
Number one Funkateer
It's not just a dream, it's our theme song, baby girl
The album of the year
Number one Funkateer
I'm a winner, I'm not beginner
I'm the best that you'll ever know

Soft like a butterfly (Say what?), you sting like a bee (Okay)
You're colder than the coldest cold
You ain't got nothing on me
I'm in the kitchen, I'm cookin' up steel (She in the kitchen, she cookin' up steel)
I'm in the race, and I'm ready to kill
Bang, bang!
We got fries, we got popcorn
Shining bright just like a star
I have no fear, Bootdullivan is here, baby!
We got fries (We got fries), we got popcorn
Don't you wanna party? (Wind me up!)
Girl, we're goin' to party like this (Hey yo, Bootsy!)

Oh, my dear
There's 10 to 20 girls coming up from the rear
They be hangin' backstage
And one after another they become of age
Yes, I gotta make it clear
This is my album of the year
And if you wanna be the number one Funkateer
Just put it on the One, then bring up the rear

Album of the year
Number one Funkateer
I have no fear, Bootdullivan is here, baby!
Album of the year
Number one Funkateer
I'm a winner, I'm not beginner
I'm the best that you've ever known

Oh, my God
(It's about to get funky)
Oh, my God
Oh, my God

Wave your hands and drop your funk
This ain't about money, 'cause we know time's runnin'
Put a tip in your hip, if you wanna trip
Come on over to the Mothership

We got fries, we got popcorn
Shining bright just like a star (Twinkle, twinkle monster)
We got fries, we got popcorn
Don't you wanna party?
Girl, we're goin' to party like this
Bootzilla
Bootzilla